There was a shift
In your voice that day
And your eyes
They were never quite able
To meet mine
So when you told me
About him
And what you did
I wasn’t exactly surprised
There was a shift
In the way we spoke
Our words
Weren’t quite so warm
As they used to be
So when you told me
You never meant harm
And that you were sorry
I wasn’t exactly surprised
There was a shift
In the way we loved
For longer than I realized
Tender had become sterile
Touch had become avoidance
So when you told me
You wanted to make it right
I said it was too late
This story is done
Wounded Memories 